Author's Note

Art by Twilite-sparkleplz... but not commissioned by mesa

As of 06/10/2019, this fic has gotten a lot of downvotes (which I expected) and very few comments (which I've also expected). But I find the comments to be generally positive. And every single bookmark I see for this fic sorta feels like gaining precious inches in No Man's Land.

I like to think... like to believe that this fic is doing something good for like-minded marsupials who relish the subject matter but are too reserved or shy to comment about it. If that's true, welcome on board, and don't feel pressured to unmute yourselves. If that's not true, I am nonetheless thankful for the somewhat above-neutral reception of this story.

I meant what I've stated earlier. I don't expect much "success" for this story. It's slow-paced and weird and overwrought and written only for me, but I'm discovering that it's easier to get back into than I initially feared.

Fun fact. For the first time in ages, I sat my butt down and cranked forth about 19 pages of material...

...only for my Internet to go down and delay the upload. F'naaaaaaaaaa. Irony's ironic, don't you think?

-Carbonated.

Beholding Breakfast, Bedshirts, and Bountiful Bevvies of B-Words.

The warm world bloomed with a floral breeze, and that's how a waking boi remembered he was in a woman's bed in a woman's home. Flash Sentry's eyes squinted open, and the once-dark shadows of Sunset Shimmer's bedroom were replaced by a hazy gray sheen—courtesy of the morning light peeking in through thick curtains. A trilling sound escaped his cute throat as the small thing sat up, surrounded by a sea of satin. Even if he tossed and turned all night, his frail body couldn't come close to disturbing the immense sheets encompassing him. It had been the epitome of comfort, and even the trailing ends of slumber carried with them a whiff of lilac as they dwindled from his petite nostrils.

Squeaking again, the boi rubbed his left eye with a balled up first... then his right. He blinked inquisitively across the room. The door was hanging ajar, and he sensed electric light brimming from the other half of the domain. Flash's mind wandered... and he couldn't recall any intense visions in the latter half of his sleep. Sunset's "spell"—or whatever she had placed on his dainty mind—must have worn off sometime shortly after his trip to the bathroom.

The bathroom. Flash winced. He remembered padding softly... nervously across the room at night. He remembered hearing Sunset's distressed breaths from beyond the guest room door. He remembered how much of a foreign object he felt, meandering about in a bedshirt like he belonged in that sacred domain.

She had done so much for him—so much more than he could possibly deserve. It was clear that there'd be no chance of talking the amazon out of being even more generous. Flash felt a pit forming in his throat. Yes, Sunset Shimmer had been cruel to him in the past... exceedingly cruel... but she in no way deserved him taking advantage of her kindness. If this situation prolonged for more than a day—Flash feared—that's exactly what would happen. There were things in life Flash wasn't comfortable living with. Perhaps that's why he had remained alone for so long before she found him—

"...?" Flash's eyes fell on an object situated beside the bed. It wasn't there when he last fell asleep. Curious, the twenty-two year old boi had to slide out from under the sheets and crawl his tiny self over to the edge of the massive bed to see it better.

The large ottoman from Sunset's vanity had been pushed over to the bedside. At first, Flash assumed it was meant to be an improvisational stepping stool... but Flash wasn't quite that tiny. It took a few seconds of adjusting to the dawnlight for Flash to realize that a new shirt had been placed there on the furniture—angled for him to see it upon waking.

A new bedshirt. Neatly folded. Crisp and unwrinkled—likely to replace the already-thrice-worn Betty Boop monstrosity that Flash had randomly picked up from where it had been unceremoniously tossed several hours before. Despite the familiar lilac scent to what Flash was currently wearing, a part of him shuddered upon the realization that it was dirty laundry likely unwashed from a fortnight ago.

Even without being there physically, Sunset Shimmer was reading the boi's mind.

Another focused scan of the room showed that a lot of the junk and messiness from the night before had been curiously cleaned up since the last time Flash saw. It would seem that Sunset came into the place to freshen the bedroom up—all while Flash had been sleeping soundly like an infant.

He truly... truly was helplessly in her care.

Nevertheless, Flash quietly acquiesced to the gesture. He swiveled out of bed and plopped down onto the soft carpeted floor. Approaching the ottoman, he reached down... and down and down for the hem of the nightshirt he had been sleeping in. Raising it over his body felt tantamount to hiking a ballgown over his entire frame. For a brief moment he stood—feeble and shivering—in nothing but his tightie whities... in a tall buxom amazonian woman's bed.

The air was nipply cold; autumn was seeping in through the foundations of the house. Flash glanced nervously towards the door—hung open like a gaping maw. With nervous hands, he reached for the shirt on the ottoman. Only once the full length of it had unfolded did he notice how violently... pink it was. This article was even more horrendously "girly" than the Betty Boop fiasco, with short sleeves that ended in translucent baby pink ruffles and a matching hem that flared like flower petals. A different cartoon female adorned the "bust" of this fuchsia catastrophe—namely Princess Peach from the Mario Brothers franchise. She gave its viewer a winking smile while brandishing a frying pan. Beside her, in elaborate font, words splayed: "Let's Get This Slumber Party Cooking!"

Flash rolled his eyes, his vocal cords strung out between a whimper and a groan. No doubt the valkryie of olde hadn't entirely given up on teasing him. Still, the house was chilly and the outside world even chillier. The boi easily dove into the outfit for warmth—if nothing else. He clenched his jaw as the enormous bedshirt settled around him, expecting the fabric to scrape his stupidly sensitive nipples. To his surprise and satisfaction, it felt like slipping into a cloud. The fabric of the shirt was amazingly soft—like a godly tier above actual terry cloth. What's more, it had a completely different scent to it... like cotton candy... or standing in the middle of a confectionary at Disney's Magic Kingdom. Flash got the distinct feeling that this... wasn't one of Sunset's shirts. Even though it looked and felt like something designed for a six year old, it was definitely built to her exact frame... but somehow it just looked and felt and smelled too... ... ...sugary sweet for Sunset.

Naturally, the girly-girly article fit on the boi like a bathrobe. Only his tender feet were exposed, and they were goosepimpled with the chill from the autumn morning. It was then that Flash realized that a pair of socks were lying on the ottoman as well. Again—some goddess somewhere was reading his mind. To further add to the valkyrie's playfulness, they were somehow even pinker than the bedshirt, with little cupcake emoticons adorably dotting the thick anklete of the fabric. Another stifled groan, and Flash slipped these on as well. They slid up beyond his calves, like mini stockings. Nevertheless, he felt warm... and just "snug" enough.

Feeling assaulted by pink clouds, he nevertheless braved an exit from the room. With the advent of dawn, the truly epic height and scale of the household yawned above and before him. The boi felt more as though he was spelunking through an enormous cavern than traversing his ex-girlfriend's domain. Sunset had claimed that she had "friends in high places" who could afford such a place constructed for a modern day magical amazon. Flash wondered just how much money went into it—and at what point between CHS graduation and then was it actually built? Also—did the rest of Sunset Shimmer's close friends have matching superhouses? And were those girls also harboring tiny petite femboi houseguests that they teased with oversized slumber party bedshirts?

These rambling thoughts evacuated Flash Sentry's mind, replaced instead by the scent of bacon and eggs. The delightful smell was coming from the kitchen, and the boi lurched towards it like a spellbound zombie. Once he entered, he had to squint. The window above the sink was wide open, and the sun's rays were wafting in, golden and gorgeous. And seated at the kitchen table—cradling a mug of coffee in her graceful hands—was the antithesis to the phenomenon transpiring outside. And yet—Sunset Shimmer was smiling... with a genuine, rosy smile the likes of which Flash hadn't seen on her person in a long time... if ever.

He blinked.

In the god rays of the waking dawn, she truly looked like a divine entity. Her hair was a tangled, fiery mess... and it was abundantly clear that—despite having been awake for several minutes... perhaps hours—she hadn't bothered straightening her bangs one bit. A warmth permeated her exposed limbs. The amazon was dressed in a turqoise sports jersey tied beneath the bust, exposing her midriff and belly button. Beneath that she wore color-clashing orange boyshorts and purple socks. It was more than evident that she had haphazardly thrown on this lazy getup at some point. On any normal human being, these clothes would have been practically blanketing—but on her gargantuan body they made Sunset look like a scantily-clad teen supermodel straight out of an adorasexy photo shoot. For as long as a mesmerized Flash gazed at this casual masterpiece of feminine sexuality, she remained staring out the window with a prolonged, dumb grin. She took a sip of the mug's contents, took a deep breath, and hummed in utmost tranquility.

From an astronomical unit of kitchen tile away, Flash cleared his delicate throat.

Slowly—like melting syrup—Sunset's gaze turned from the sunrise to face him. Flash wondered what could possibly distract a telepath for so damnably long. It soon became evident that Sunset... wasn't wondering the same.

"Oh..." And somehow her smile brightened upon acknowledging him. "Good morning, sweetie." She cooed and purred at the same time. For as bright and awake as her eyes were, her lids hung heavy with a comfy sleepiness. She took yet another sip and exhaled. "Had any good dreams?"

"I... uh..." Flash shifted in his pink-pink socks. "...thanks to you, I did."

She giggled—even with the enormity of her frame and her capacity for sexiness—the amazon could still sound like a high school girl with a single outburst. "Thank yourself, Flash. I don't sculpt the dreams. I just give you a front row seat."

"It..." Flash bit his bottom lip. His eyes wandered towards her exposed belly button beneath the jersey—it was so large in scale that he was certain the amazon could fit a pocketwatch in it. "...it was n-nice... but..."

"Too intense?" she asked, reminding him that she was indeed still telepathic.

He exhaled, his eyes wandering towards her golden thighs beneath the kitchen table. "I... uh..." Her socked toes were wriggling as soon as his gaze fell on them. He had been caught—so he winced. "...I-I don't think a third night in the row of your 'gift' would be good for me." He ran a hand through his silk blue bangs. "I'm afraid of my brain being fried."

"Don't you worry your cute head," Sunset said. She placed the mug squarely down on the tabletop and scooted out in in the large chair. "I won't ever let anything bad like that happen to you." With that said, she stood up.

Flash's eyes widened as she sashayed over. There was just... so much of her. So much leg. Blushing furiously, the boi looked away, his tiny fists clenching as several mismatched words caught in his throat.

They all escaped him in a gasp as she knelt her mountainous self down and enveloped him in the softest of hugs. She felt... warmer that morning, and there was a gentle quality in her voice that rang with melodic joy and comfort. Even trapped inside those gigantic limbs surrounding him, Flash could have sworn he sensed her bones buzzing... vibrating... as if every square inch of the beautiful woman was on fire with an enviable, youthful joy.

"I'm so glad you're here, Flash," she purred, then leaned back to examine his cute face. She looked high as a kite and totally unashamed of it too. "Isn't it such a good thing? That you're here? That you're safe and sound?"

He blinked, staring full-force into her inescapable strength and beauty. "Uhhhhhhh..."

Sunset smiled even more, and she ran a dominant hand all the way through his luscious sapphire locks. "Mmmmm... seems my brushstrokes stood the nocturnal test of time." A wink. "Didn't I tell you?"

"I... g-guess...?" Flash shivered slightly in her embrace. Being so close to her, his nostrils tickled with the cotton candy smell of the shirt, as if Sunset's bosom was a cave and the clothing's innate perfume was a whimper echoing back at him.

"It's Pinkie Pie's," the telepath droned, standing up in front of him. Flash's standing gaze was level with the tied bottom hem of her jersey as she backstepped towards the kitchen counter, leaning slinkily against it. "She left it here countless weekends ago. Even after a wash, it still smells like it came straight out of a candy factory." Sunset chuckled, hugging her arms before her bosom. "I love Pinkie Pie but I prefer some spice in place of all that sugar, you feel me?"

"I... uh..." Flash had to shake his head to stop staring at her exposed navel. "Do you think she would mind?"

"What?" Sunset smirked. "You borrowing her Nintendo shirt or you staring at my body?"

Flash winced, nearly slipping on the cold kitchen tile. "Sorry!" He held two tiny hands up like a mime erecting a wall between them. "I'm s-so sorry!"

"Flash—" Sunset laughed.

"Th-that's totally rude of me!" Flash gulped, gazing holes into the floor, wall, ceiling—anywhere but the space that the goddess was occupying. "You're d-doing so much to help me and I-I'm just being disrespectful—"

"Flaaaaaaaash—!" She was practically bellowing with laughter now, shaking the whole house. She stepped towards him again, one immaculate leg after another. "Even if—what could you possibly do to me? Hmmm?"

He bit his lip. His head hung slightly.

"Ohhhh Flash..." She stood above him with a calm, adoring smile. "You really should learn to relax, sweetie." Then—with effortless motion—she gently grabbed him by the waist and lifted him like a small child. "For what it's worth... I didn't know you had it in you."

His confusion was outmatched ever so slightly by his shame. He stared off—even as she carried the boi over to a chair before the kitchen table. "Had it... in m-me...?"

"Mmmhmmm." She set him down so that he sat opposite of where her mug was placed. "Back when we dated, you never stared at me like that."

"I... uhm..." Flash fidgeted. The chair and table were larger in scale than typical furniture—which made him wonder how his small frame could presently see over the placemat. He glanced down and mentally cursed upon seeing two phonebooks stacked up beneath his tush. Sunset had planned this well in advance. "Erm..." He finally returned to the moment, looking bashfully up at her. "I never wanted to be that guy."

"Honestly..." Sunset walked towards the kitchen counter—and towards the source of the scrumptious smell. "...there were times when I thought you were never into me at all."

Something sparked inside of Flash—like a lightning bolt. He sat up straight and stammered: "No way! H-how could you say that?! You were a goddess...!"

She glanced briefly over her shoulder. "...a goddess of misery, perhaps."

He clenched his hands against the table, jaw tight. "You were a goddess, Sunset," he said firmly. "Just like you are now... only... sm-smaller..." He gulped, shoulders shrinking a bit. "Not that it made much of a difference. You still towered over me."

"I bet part of you liked that, at least."

He said nothing.

"Oh Flash... I'm only teasing." She chuckled lightly, her voice still vibrating with the same joyous mirth that she woke up with that morning. He envied it. "You only ever treated me with love and respect when we dated." A brief, lethargic sigh. "I only wish I returned the favor back then."

"You sure that isn't what this is all about?" he asked.

"Flaaaaaaaaaash..." She chided like a mother on the cusp of frowning.

He winced. "Sorry. Uhm... truth is..." He glanced at her while gripping the edge of the table nervously. "...I was always so very flattered, Sunset."

It was her turn to be silent.

"To think that... th-that a guy like me..." He gulped. "...th-that a wimpy little sissy like me could be seen going out with such a catch—"

"You weren't wimpy," she clarified. She giggled. She purred: "Honestly, Flash, you don't give yourself enough credit. You never did. The fact is—people back at CHS respected you."

His eyes darted up... then narrowed. "...the Hell?"

"I'm serious! Well... maybe it wasn't the kind of respect that you wanted, but..." She picked up two plates and wandered over to the table. "Face it. You were always an angel. A cherub. If someone was seen with the likes of you, then all the kids at CHS wouldn't have any reason to doubt my intentions."

"So... that was why you asked me out from the beginning?" Flash droned. "To use me as cover for your schemes?"

She exhaled slightly, standing over the table with both breakfast platters. "... ... ...well, you always had an eye for beauty, didn't you?" She smirked. "Even if you were too much of a gentleman to use that eye. Think of it this way, Flash..." She placed the plates down and sat her beautiful frame down across from him. "...you're not the only one who was flattered."

"Yes, well... I..." Any semblance of a response faded when he laid his eyes on the food before him. It wasn't anything to be surprised at, really. The bacon, eggs, and hash browns looked positively delicious. It was obvious that Sunset spent the better part of an hour preparing this meal—but that wasn't what surprised Flash either. Rather, what intrigued him was that—when he looked across the table—her platter was absolutely identical to his. "Sunny..."

"Hmmmm?" Her response was muffled—for she was eating a slice of bacon with utmost ease. A patient pair of eyes rested on him.

He wasn't certain whether or not to wince. "You... that is... don't you...?" He cleared his throat. "Bacon, though...?"

She blinked at him... then down at her meal. "Oh..." Once again, Sunset smiled deliciously into the dawnlight. "Nothing to be freaked out about, Flash. I promise you."

The boi squirmed atop the phonebooks. "You sure...?"

"Yes. I am." She plucked another strip of bacon from the plate and took a liberal bite. "Mrmmmfff... a lot of time has gone by, Flash. I no longer fear a nonexistent reprisal from a nonexistent cabal of swine in Equestria." She swallowed, dabbing her chin with a napkin. "Or bovine or avian, for that matter."

"I... don't think I ever thought of it that way."

"Then good." She smirked, stabbing a fork into her eggs next. "Griffons are carnivores. Ponies have lived peacefully alongside them thousands of years. Same with naga. Minotaurs. Wyverns. Squirrels..."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh—"

"Horse meat, though?" She wagged her untensil before taking a calm bite. "Mrmmmff... that's where I draw the line." A swallow. "Could ya blame me?"

Flash shrugged, sporting a nervous smile. "Guess when it all gets filtered through a magic metabolism, it's almost like you're not really fully consuming meat anyways, huh?"

"Will you just shut up and chow down already? Damn..."

"S-sorry!" Flash squeaked and eagerly dug into his meal.

Sunset giggled, downing another bite of eggs. She leaned her chin playfully against a palm and gazed at her petite houseguest as he nibbled. "Gotta wake up and smell the roses, Flash," she hummed. "This is my home now... and I'm not truly intent on dwelling here while pretending I have a different body's appetite."

"So... you've accepted it, then?" Flash looked up between bites, politely using his fork and knife like he was at an Olive Garden. "You're human."

"I'm superhuman," Sunset said. "And I've learned to relax with it. Besides..." She sipped from her coffee. "...once you've tasted bacon, can you really go back?"

"I dunno." Flash shrugged. "Certain religions get by."

"Most religions can't pony-up and read minds," Sunset said. "Not that that's a bad thing." She smirked. "Catholics get to eat fish on Friday. Meanwhile, Applejack and Pinkie Pie get to blow up cars. It's a fair trade."

Flash swallowed. "Just... how do the Elements of Harmony deal with so much collateral damage?"

"Oh... it's not as bad as the news makes it sound like," Sunset said. "Most of that destruction is the doing of... er... whatever monster or hyper-powered evil sorceress we're up against at that particular moment."

"Still, it's gotta be stressful making sure things don't go south."

"We manage pretty well! It's gotta be said!" Sunset winced slightly. "Well... we used to. But lately... ... ..." She gazed out the morning window—although this time with considerably less mirth.

Flash gazed at her.

Sunset eventually sighed. "Yes, well... we're working on that..." She turned towards him, regaining her sweet expression. "And making swift progress too—I suspect."

Flash stared down at his plate.

"...don't tell me you're not actually hungry," Sunset muffled through a half-full mouth.

"No. I'm... it's..." Flash put on a slight smile. "It's very delicious. Really."

"Good." Sunset nodded. "Nice to know that Pinkie leaves more than just her clothing around my place. I've learned a lot from her cooking and baking skills. Applejack's too..."

"I just can't help but wonder..." Flash shrank a bit in his seat. "Your powers... and losing them... as you have as of late..."

"Yes, Flash? What about it?"

"Does... does it come with any discomfort?" the boi asked worriedly. "Does it hurt to be losing grip of what makes the Elements of Harmony so powerful?"

"No. It doesn't hurt per se... but it does make things very awkward. Like... like feeling naked and vulnerable all of a sudden. Grating... confusing... but not painful."

Flash gripped the handle of the fork in his grasp. "... ... ...then how come I heard you in such distress last night?"

Sunset froze. When perfectly still, the amazon resembled a mountain. Flash was fearful she might erupt at any moment. Instead, the breath that came out of her was soft... searching. "Last night...?"

It was awkward to catch a telepath off guard. Flash considered saying something. Instead, he acted out the moment in his head: wandering the hallways, stumbling by the guest room door, hearing Sunset's muffled whimpers of distress—

"Oh!" Sunset eyes widened as she leaned back. "Oh fuck!"

Flash was already cringeing. "I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry, Sunset, it's just... it's just that I'm so concerned that you might be in pain with all this magical draining and—"

"Hah hah hah hah hah!" The room thundered as she pounded the table and wheezed for breath. Tears formed atop her rosy dimples. "Ohhhhhhhh fuck!"

He blinked.

"Shit..." She held a hand over her smiling face. "Shit I should have known the dream spell wouldn't have konked you out for that long...!"

"Uhhhhhhhh—"

"Ahem... uhhh..." She tried to compose herself—a giggly debacle at best. She looked away from him, choosing to perform an anxious autopsy on her plate instead. "I was not in 'distress,' Flash, sweetie. Far from it, I assure you."

His soft brow furrowed.

"Had I known that you would be up and about in the middle of the night..." She didn't finish that, just like she couldn't finish her breakfast all of a sudden. Her eyes and body froze in place, and Flash saw beads of sweat forming across her beautiful face.

"Then..." He leaned innocently forward. "...just what were you doing?"

She chewed on her lip. She fidgeted in place. She looked up at him—

Right at that moment, a symphonic sonata lit the air. Flash nearly fell off his phonebooks. He looked to the table to see something vibrating. There was a device there. It was the size of an enormous tablet, and the flickering background was of a series of twinkling constellations. Sunset swiftly picked the item up, and in her massive hand it resembled a normal-sized iPhone. Her finger dragged across the surface and she eagerly held the mobile up to her golden ear.

"Yes, bae?"

Silence.

Sunset's eyes widened. "Already? You're finished?"

More silence—tenser.

"No! I mean... yes! Just a little! I didn't expect you to be working on it so soon..."

Flash cocked his head to the side.

Sunset's smile widened and she shot up to her feet with the "phone" in hand. "Hell yeah, I still need it! Do you have any idea how out-of-my-gizzard I've been?! Why, just last night, I...!" She clenched her teeth, remembered the boi seated at the table across from her, and coughed loudly. "That's okay. That's—... ... ...I'll be right over." A pause. "Yes, now! Besides... it'll give us a chance to see how helpful it is in the long run!"

"Sunset...?" Flash meekly tried.

She glanced at him, then back out the window. "Just stick around. I'll be there super quick. I... uh... I don't want to leave our guest alone any longer than I have to, considering..."

Flash's lips pursed.

"Right. Right. Of course! Me too. Love ya. Mwah!" She kissed the air and swiped the call off. "Flash, sweetie..." She finished the remains of her coffee in one giant gulp. "...I gotta go."

"Go? Go where?"

"It won't be for long. I promise." She scurried across the kitchen, placing her mug in the seat and making sure the stovetop was off. "There's just something I... uh... something that I need. That we need."

"We—?" Flash said—then flung his gaze away from her in a blushing gasp.

Without thinking, Sunset had stripped her top off while thudding across the house—presumably towards her room to get dressed for going out. Flash's periphery got a hint of burgundy bra-straps... then accompanying lace panties as her boyshorts also dropped to the hallway floor. Her womany voice echoed from her bedroom as she rummaged around. "It's all gonna be okay, Flash! You! Me! The Elements of Harmony! Whew! Everything's coming together! Yeah!"

"B-but I st-still don't understand...!" He stammered, his soft face red as a beet. He tried to chase away images in his mind of a buxom amazon goddess in sultry red lingerie, but between each stuttering word he consistently failed. The poor boi squirmed, fearing for the cover of the topmost phonebook beneath him. "Who was that just now?!"

"Twilight!" the valkyrie's voice carried back... followed shortly by her body. Somehow—as if with magic—she had managed to put on jeans, a t-shirt, and a leathery jacket. She brushed her gorgeous hair into a fiery frame as she drifted past the kitchen and towards the front door. "I gotta go meet her for a bit. It won't be long, I promise." She pointed at the table. "Go on and finish breakfast. You can have what's on my plate too—Celestia knows your bones could use it."

"M-my bones...?"

"Love ya, sweetie." She blew a kiss as she grabbed her keys and sashayed out the door. A flash of fire and a smile: "Your laptop's fully charged in case you wanna pass the time googling fall dresses'n'shit."

"Googling dr-dresses—?"

"The house is yours—just don't do anything naughty while I'm gone. Heehee!" A giggle and a wave and she vanished.

"Sunset! Wait—!"

The door thudded and she was gone. Flash could make out her mammoth bootsteps through the walls of the house as she traversed the driveway. Then—there was the roar of her car engine and she was gone.

Flash was alone in an amazonian woman's house. Once again, the telepath had left him clothed, warm, and fed.

So why did he feel like he was left high and dry?

His thoughts lingered on the sounds he had heard through the guest room the previous night... and why the mention of it had made Sunset laugh so hard. Then sweat.

Next, he looked down at the phonebooks and the chair and...

"... ... ...how in the heck do I get down?!?"